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That's right, it's that day again. Do something silly or surreal or be forced to live this day over and over until you get it right. (And there's something about oversized rodents seeing their own shadow, never been able to understand it.)

Actually, I'm going to expand on it. This year - be surreal - or be forced to relive 2007 in it's entirety. And yes this is a threat

Here's my contribution to the cause. Actually, yesterday I came across a pic of some firemen standing by a truck and thought damn those are some ugly pants. Then my brain flipped back into its normal lascivious rut and soon I was doodling a hot chick in some damn ugly pants. Today I went to finish it up, noticed the date and tossed in the groundhog for fun.

It's not so silly afterall. Guess I'll have to get out the Big Wheel, my Richard Nixon Mask, Sombero, and see how long it takes Mall Security to corner me in the food court.

Sexy, scantily clad babes and happy rodents, What's not to love about this holiday?

For me Groundhog day is always remembered as the day when our family's old dog Niki would go hunt the little rodents, it's a lovely way to teach a 5 year old about death.(on another note, Niki was half husky and half wolfhound, and in her 13 years of life had 9 confirmed kills)

Awwwwe, how nice! We use to save that for Easter and bunnies and crazy uncle Piggy who thought he was a werewolf. It didn't sit well with the Baptist church next door. And that one year they hosted the Easter Egg hunt and hour earilier than usual - not good at all